[ Though he isn't usually one to bow to peer pressure, Jeff figures what the hell and flips his apparition the bird, too. It's kind of weird, flipping your younger self off. Jeff would like to say it feels good, like, cathartic somehow, to do it. Like he hates who he was back then, like he never misses it...
But he does. That's the fucked up thing. He doesn't regret getting married (and later, divorced), becoming a dad, becoming a teacher, any of that. But that doesn't mean he's never wondered about what could've been. That other path...
Its remarks are still hanging over him, even as the thing's there one second, then gone in the blink of an eye, driven away by the song.
Jeff gives Athena a quick, one-armed hug as they keep on walking. ]
Sorry. Uh, that you had to listen to any of that... [ Like it's his fault, somehow. As if Jeff had been the one saying what the spectral version of his youth was spouting off. ] You did good.
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But he does. That's the fucked up thing. He doesn't regret getting married (and later, divorced), becoming a dad, becoming a teacher, any of that. But that doesn't mean he's never wondered about what could've been. That other path...
Its remarks are still hanging over him, even as the thing's there one second, then gone in the blink of an eye, driven away by the song.
Jeff gives Athena a quick, one-armed hug as they keep on walking. ]
Sorry. Uh, that you had to listen to any of that... [ Like it's his fault, somehow. As if Jeff had been the one saying what the spectral version of his youth was spouting off. ] You did good.